My personal ghost - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

. 13

smut warning 🤭
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without warning, i leaned over and pressed my lips against his.

I pulled back and looked at Ghost. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape. I searched his face for any sign that he liked it, or didn't, but his facial expression didn't change.

"I'm sorry-" I started to get up to distance myself. "I shouldn't have done that..."

"y/n" I heard a quiet Ghost beside me.

"Yeah?" I croaked. I was anxious for what he would say next.

"Do that again."

Shocked, i turned my head to Ghost. He as already looking at me.

"Are-are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes."

I slowly sat back down, stopping before i leaned in. Ghost was still watching me, his eyes holding onto mine.

I hesitated before i started inching towards Ghosts face, my lips eventually meeting his. I could feel his lips ever so slightly pucker against mine, kissing me back. I pulled away after our second kiss, but Ghost pulled me back in, putting one of his large hands against the back of my head.

I was taken back at first, but quickly kissed back as to not make him think i didn't like it. I liked it a fuck ton.

I was practically mesmerized by Ghosts lips, every kiss got rougher and messier by the second. I didn't know what his limits were, scared to upset Ghost and stop what was happening, i didn't try to find out. Our lips never broke, and Ghosts hands started to move down before resting at the small of my waist, his grip was tight against my body. I took it as an invitation to quickly throw one of my knees over Ghosts lap, now straddling him. I slowly started to rock my hips against him, starting to a feel a sudden hardness beneath me. His bulge.

Fuck.

I gripped at the bundled up balaclava at the the nape of his neck, i wanted badly to take off the rest of his mask and see his whole face but i know Ghost didn't want that. I'll have to make due with few inches i can see of his face, but compared to never have seen this much before, i wasn't complaining.

I tried to create friction as i moved my hips, lazily dry humping him. He was only wearing jeans so it wasn't hard to do so, i could feel his growing hard on beneath me. It was big. I started to shift my hips forward to rub against it when Ghost suddenly pulled away.
His lips left mine and his fingers moved to bones of my hip, gripping tightly to stop my movement. He took a sharp inhale and closed his eyes.

"What?" I asked, worried i had done something wrong.

Ghost deeply exhaled and his eyes met mine again.

"Are you sure about this?" Ghost asked. I could hear his accent that i've come to love. His voice, husky and deep, and full of a British accent. I loved it.

"Are you?" I asked, i squeezed the bundle of balaclava on his neck.

Ghosts hands untightened on my waist and roamed the area surrounding, moving up and down the sides of my torso. I felt butterflies from his touch.

Ghost watched as his hands felt up my body before he looked back to me. His eyes looked different. They weren't cold, or unreadable, but filled with a sense of lust.